Trapped - a Markiplier x Reader Fanfic

Trapped

You unpacked in your brand new apartment in Chicago. You sighed as you looked at a picture of you with your friends in the place you moved from. To be honest, you couldn't remember why you moved. All you could really remember is that you were here.

You were in such a haze. You could barely remember anything before this point. You almost felt like someone had just picked you up and threw you into a new life. Why couldn't you remember anything? All you remembered is that you're name is (y/n), you're 25, and you're huge fan of Markiplier. Yet, you couldn't even remember why you were in Chicago!

You glanced at the window, and you couldn't believe what you saw. Markiplier! He saw you and waved. You shyly waved back, and ushered him to come over. You wanted to ask him what the heck he was doing in Chicago.

You heard a knock on the door, but you were shocked when you opened the door. There was Markiplier all right, but he didn't look like himself. He was tall, and he had blue eyes! He looked a little confused, "something wrong?"

"Markiplier..." you stuttered, "I'm such a huge fan, you're amazing..."

"Thanks," Mark blushed, "you seem pretty cool too."

"But Mark..." you pointed at him, "your height, your eyes? They're..."

"What?" Mark asked.

"...different."

"What do you mean?"

Did he really not know? You could've sworn he was shorter, and you knew his were not blue.

"Nothing, I guess..."

"What's you're name?"

"Oh, I'm (y/n)." You blushed.

Mark smiled and looked like he was about to say something, but then Chica suddenly came running exploring your house.

"Sorry about Allie," Mark laughed, and your jaw dropped.

"A-Allie?" You stuttered.

"Yep, she's my dog. I promise she's a sweetheart." Mark beamed at "Allie".

"B-but, Chica...?"

"What? You mean from Five Nights at Freddie's? What about it?"

"Never mind." What is going on?! "So, uh, Mark, I really wanted to ask, what exactly are you doing here in Chicago?"

"Umm, I do live here," Mark laughed. Even though you didn't think it possible, your jaw dropped further.

"When did you move here?"

"Well, uh, several years ago."

"B-but, you live in L.A.!?"

"What? I've never lived in L.A."

WHAT. This is a dream. It has to be. You pinched yourself several times, but you didn't wake up. So that means...

"I'm awake..." you accidentally thought out loud.

"Sorry?"

"N-nothing..."

Mark suddenly took your hands and looked into your eyes. "(y/n), I know we just met, but I feel like I was destined to meet you."

"Yeah, same here." You heard the words come from somewhere, and then realized it came from your mouth. What? You didn't mean to say that. Suddenly, you lost control of what you were saying.

"Mark, I know I just met you, but I feel like I'm in love with you." NO! You were not saying these things! "I feel like we were made to be together."

Mark pulled you close, and you suddenly lost your bad thoughts from earlier. You weren't suspicious of what was happening anymore. Mark's tall with beautiful blue eyes and a lovely dog named Allie, and he's always lived in Chicago. And you were in love with him, even if you just met. You leaned in to kiss him, but then you realized what happened to you.

You pulled and Mark looked concerned, "is everything okay?"

"Mark, this isn't right." You tried to explain, "you don't live in Chicago, you don't have a dog named Allie, and we aren't in love! You and I, we just met, 5 minutes ago. There's no way two sensible people would do that. Think about it, huge fan meets her icon when they miraculously end up living next to each other. They notice each other by chance, and it's love at first sight. Sounds a bit cliche, don't you thin? Seems a little familiar..."

Mark pinched himself, looking a bit frightened. "See, Mark, we're not dreaming. But, whatever this is, it's not real. We must've gotten sucked into some other world or dimension."

Mark frightened look only grew as you kept talking, "I know, it's crazy, I don't know what's going on either."

You thought for a minute. Where could you possibly be? Some cliche world where a celebrity and a fan fall in love by chance. You had barely any memory of before you moved to Chicago, and you frequently lost control of what you were doing. Almost like, someone was doing it for you. Then, it hit you!

You grabbed Mark and slowly tried to explain. "Mark, please try not to freak out, but, I think we're trapped in a story."